Date: Sat, 04 Sep 1999 23:28:52 GMT
From: Derek Flex
Subject: MuscleMan series, Sci-Fi Fantasy
The Ultimate Superhero -- MuscleMan
Episode Three -- MuscleMan Meets Officer Scott
by Derek Flex
Muscleman yelled loudly and sat bolt upright in his bed. The noise that
came out of his mouth had welled from the deepest part of his being. It was
a horrific cry, a most terrible noise.
His t-shirt was wet with sweat. He looked down onto his torso. The fabric
clung to his chest and abs like skin. His abs grew and shrank with each
heavy breath he took. His heart pounded in his chest. He could feel it,
and hear it.
He reached over and turned on the lamp beside his bed. It was just a dream.
He had been having these dreams about his imaginary torturer, SupremeMan,
for about a week. They were nightmares of the most enjoyable kind.
MuscleMan had always wanted to find a man who was stronger than he -- someone
who could torture and force him to submit. But alas, the fantasy had to
remain only in his dreams, both waking and sleeping. There was no one on
the planet who was stronger, more well-built, more powerful than MuscleMan.
No one.
MuscleMan fingered the bottom of his t-shirt and began to peel it off his
skin. The wet fabric made a shearing sound as his powerful arms lifted it
up and away from his tight skin. He pulled the white shirt up and over his
head and tossed it on the floor. His bronze skin glistened. His rippling
muscles continued to ebb and flow with each deep breath. There was no fat
visible on his huge, overly-developed body. His broad shoulders and thick
chest were matched only by the magnificence of his 25 inch arms. Each
defined head of muscle on his torso seemed to move with erotic power and
sensuality. Small rivers of perspiration welled up between the ridges of
his cobblestone abs.
He brought his hands up and placed them behind his head and stretched. His
muscular torso danced with waves of powerful striations. He relaxed and
brought his hands down. His wide deltoids powerfully capped his perfect
upper-body.
He pulled down the sheet, which was also drenched in his sweat, so that it
no longer covered his waist. He exposed his white, very brief posing
trunks. They too were sopping, but it wasn't with sweat. His posing trunks
were filled to overflowing with white, milky fluid. It made the fabric
cling to his penis and balls like kitchen cling-wrap. The cut of his penis
head was clearly visible through the wet cotton. Even the muscular veins
that wrapped their way around his thick shaft were visible. His tennis
ball-sized testicles were forced forward by his obscenely developed leg
muscles. The whole ensemble formed to make the most beautiful bocquet of
muscular meat, scrotum, balls, cotton and semen.
MuscleMan's fingers played with the bocquet for a moment. He was used to
having orgasms while he dreamed about his imaginary SupremeMan. But this
ejaculation must have been one of his biggest.
"Shit," he whispered as his fingertips pushed on the goo-filled fabric. His
perfectly muscular fingers slowly peeled back the posing trunks to reveal
his genitals. He was semi-limp. From the feeling in his dick, he figured
he must have cum within the last ten minutes or so. He tightened his dick,
and a small squirt of jizz oozed out his hole. He wiped it with his
fingertip and then stuck his finger into the pool of semen that drenched his
gentials. Within seconds, his most base impulses took over and he found
himself sloshing his semen and rubbing his cock with both hands. His huge
arms swelled as he manipulated himself. He brought himself to an erection
again. Oh it felt so good. His wet, steel-hard dick rose into the air as
his strong hands caressed it. How he loved touching himself! He tore his
posing trunks off and tossed them on the foot of the bed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Officer Scott drove his cruiser through the dark streets of town. He had
just gotten a call: Man yelling in the night. Scott was about 5 minutes
away from the address. He kept his lights and siren off. He was instructed
to just check out the complaint.
As he drove by each streetlight, Scott would look at his huge arms as the
lights illuminated them. He loved what he saw. His forearms were bigger
and more muscular than any he had ever seen. The thick muscles were covered
with a dark tan. Very dark for a white guy. Scott had always tanned dark,
and it only accentuated his sensual, powerful look. His black, butch
haircut gave him a military look that the women loved, and the men envied.
The tight fabric around his 23 inch upper arms just made his guns look that
much more powerful, as the streetlights tried to shine on them. His
vascular skin bulged inside the fabric.
Scott was 25 years old and married. He had never competed in a bodybuilding
contest, but knew he would blow away anybody, had he chosen to enter
competition. His bodyfat was well below 4%. His thick shoulders and narrow
waist were unbeatable.
But the most amazing thing about Scott wasn't just his eye-popping build
(which DID pop any eyes that saw it). It was his fucking inhuman strength!
Scott had never met anyone who could beat him in any contest of strength.
He routinely benched 540 pounds. He was unbeaten in arm wrestling. Even
men who were much bigger than he was couldn't match his strength (and there
weren't many who were bigger).
His intimidating build and his unbeatable strength came in real handy in his
line of work.
Officer Scott arrived at the address and got out of his patrol car. He rang
the bell.
MuscleMan threw the sheet off and got out of his bed. He checked the clock:
1:00 a.m. Who would be coming at this hour? He quickly grabbed a towell
and wrapped it around his waist and went to the front door and opened it.
The two men stood looking at each other for quite a few seconds before
anyone said anything. Scott was completely blown away by the almost naked
musclegod who stood before him. He had never seen anyone so completely
developed in his life! This guy was so much bigger than anyone in any
magazine or video or even than he had ever imagined! MuscleMan's
unbelievable definition left Scott speechless.
MuscleMan was taken aback too. Scott 6'5 frame was nearly as tall as his.
He filled his police uniform with so much unmistakable beef that MuscleMan
had to take a second look. His belt was sinched loosely around his narrow
waist, so that it was obvious it was on its smallest notch. Even though
Scott was wearing a vest under his light blue shirt, MuscleMan could see his
back development. MuscleMan pondered the battle that must be going on under
the officer's shirt, between that vest and his huge lat muscles. Scott's
legs bulged under the dark blue trowsers. Powerful.
And Scott's unbelievably muscular arms seemed to taunt. MuscleMan
instinctively began to imagine what it would be like to force those huge
guns into submission. It would be a task that would be all too enjoyable
for the superhero!
"Got a complaint about a man yelling," Scott said.
"Oh, yeah," MuscleMan answered. "I guess I just had a bad dream."
Scott's eyes ran down MuscleMan's superior, glistening torso and stopped on
the bulge that his dick made as it poked at the towell. "Yeah, I have
dreams like that too, sometimes," Scott said, grinning only slightly.
MuscleMan, ever confident, grinned back and said "That would be something to
behold."
Scott didn't know quite how to take that last comment.
"Would you mind if I came in and checked your place out?" Scott prodded. He
really knew this guy's story was on the level, especially from the look of
the bulge in his towell. But he kinda wanted an excuse to check out
MuscleMan's development a little more. The guy was fucking huge and cut.
Scott always liked to admire well-built men, and talk bodybuilding. Deep
down, he kinda wanted to see if he could intimidate this musclegod. It
would be TOO HOT to be able to impress this bodybuilder with his unreal
strength. Scott's inhuman strength would be something this muscleman would
be able to appreciate.
"No problem. Come on in," MuscleMan smiled.
"What's your name, sir?" Scott asked.
"Brock Garrett," MuscleMan gave his real name.
The two men made their way through the apartment. Scott looked around.
They finally arrived at Brock's bedroom. The wet top sheets were pulled
back. A pool of semen darkened the sheet in the middle of the bed. Scott
walked over to the bed and stopped. While MuscleMan watched, somewhat
amused, Scott reached his fingers down and picked up MuscleMan's wet posing
trunks off of the foot of the bed. Globs of semen dripped from the fabric
as Scott held it in his fingertips. MuscleMan watched silently, a slight
grin on his face.
"I hope you aren't going to arrest me for masturbating," MuscleMan said.
Scott brought his other hand up to the posing trunks and began to finger the
semen as it dripped from the fabric. Without looking up, he said "No, but
I've got to say you really put out quite a load."
MuscleMan smiled. "Thanks."
"I don't know that I meant it as a compliment," Scott said, tossing the
trunks back onto the bed. He rubbed his fingers together, spreading
MuscleMan's semen into his fingertips. "I was just thinking it's too bad
you can't find a woman to take care of this for you." Scott looked at
MuscleMan and thought to himself, `how could a guy built like THAT not be
able to get a woman?'
MuscleMan remained silent.
Scott walked over to MuscleMan. He stopped quite close. "Everything here
checks out O.K.," he said. "I just have one or two questions, if you don't
mind."
"Shoot," MuscleMan smiled.
The corner of Scott's mouth turned up as he contemplated the various
meanings of that word. You don't want to be saying that too often to a man
who's carrying a loaded weapon on his hip. But MuscleMan contemplated a far
different meaning, imagining what it would be like to have Scott fire off
the heat he was packing between his legs.
Scott moved a little closer to MuscleMan, hoping to encroach on his space a
little. "Well, to begin with," Scott said. "How much can you bench?" The
two men stood eye-to-eye, only inches apart.
"Like my development, huh," MuscleMan grinned. His confident smile was a
killer. He flexed his bare pec muscles and the waves of thick meat danced
across his broad chest. Scott swallowed a little, but he reminded himself
that he was easily stronger than men who were substantially larger than
himself, so he figured this Brock Garrett would be do-able. He
instinctively pushed his own chest out, just slightly, in response. The
buttons on his shirt strained as his massive pecs fought against them.
MuscleMan knew he couldn't tell Scott the real weight he was capable of
benching. Mainly, because Scott would just laugh when he told him he could
easily lift 2,000 pounds. So he made up a weight that sounded a bit more
realistic. "I've done over 500 pounds," MuscleMan smiled.
"So in other words," Scott said, "All these big muscles look real good, but
you aren't really that strong."
MuscleMan's expression got serious. "Strong enough to meet any challenge,"
he said. His chizzled face looked like it was made of marble. Scott bent
his arm and touched his finger to MuscleMan's incredible forearm. He moved
his finger up the lean, vessel-lined beef. "Done any strength contests
muscle man?" Scott whispered as he stared into MuscleMan's steel eyes.
MuscleMan stood completely still as Scott moved his finger higher. Soon
Scott spread his fingers and began to feel the amazing hardness of
MuscleMan's forearm. Almost unable to stop himself, Scott moved his hand
higher and began to feel MuscleMan's relaxed 25 inch upper arm. "Fuck,"
Scott said. "Your arms are incredible."
MuscleMan remained frozen. He liked having this huge musclecop feeling him
out. The cop was a little cocky, and MuscleMan liked that. He looked
forward to knocking him down a few notches. All in good time.
"What kind of strength contest did you have in mind?" MuscleMan asked
quietly as he tightened his tricep for the cop's quivering fingers.
Scott almost shuddered at the feel of the iron-hard muscle that danced
beneath his fingers. But he retained his composure. "Oh, I don't know," he
said. "Maybe a little arm wrestling would be interesting." He gently
squeezed MuscleMan's huge arm as he said "arm wrestling." Scott had never
met anyone whom he could not blow away with his super-human, powerful arms.
He figured this would be a great chance to impress this musclegod. Even if
this Brock muscleman beat him, it sure would be a good fight. Scott found
his penis bulging in his pants as he contemplated exerting his powerful
guns against the muscleking that he was touching.
MuscleMan brought his hand up to the police officer's huge arm. He moved
his fingers over the tight fabric that adoringly pulled on Scott's massive
upper arm. He squeezed Scott's tricep a little bit. Scott's fucking thick
arm was as hard as iron. MuscleMan's fingers lingered and massaged the
warm, solid meat for a few seconds. "You're on," MuscleMan grinned. His
confidence intimidated Scott just a little.
As the two men positioned themselves on the wet sheets, Scott wondered what
he was getting himself into. What the fuck was he thinking? This guy was
fucking-A-HUGE! MuscleMan's rippling physique bulged with defined, insanely
large muscles as he draped his upper body onto the bed. Scott stood on the
other side of the bed and watched the muscleshow as MuscleMan prepared to
face-off. Then Scott laid his upper body onto his side of the bed.
The two men faced each other with their lower bodies draped off opposite
sides of the bed, their bulging right arms at the ready to battle.
MuscleMan's bare upper body was absolutely a work of art. His arm bulged
with a huge grapefruit head of bicep muscle. His thick, erect forearm was
laced with crisscrossed veins. It rippled as he wriggled his fingers. He
grinned into Scott's eyes.
Scott's tight uniform fought him. His massive back pushed hard against his
vest. He brought his right arm forward, and MuscleMan's eyes fixed on his
bicep. The fabric of Scott's shirt sleeve was tight around his gun.
MuscleMan was going to enjoy this.
The two men stared into each other's eyes. They chisled their faces into
intimidating grins of confidence -- each man knowing that he could beat the
other. But only one of them was right.
Scott moved his hand close to MuscleMan. He opened his fingers, inviting
MuscleMan to grip his hand. MuscleMan slowly wrapped his powerful fingers
around Scott's and began to squeeze. Scott quickly closed his bronze
fingers around MuscleMan's grip. MuscleMan squeezed tighter. Scott met the
force. Tighter. The two men exerted an incredible amount of force on each
other's grip.
MuscleMan pushed his huge body forward, to get a better position for the
contest. Scott did the same. MuscleMan's shoulders moved closer to Scott's
broad beauties. The two men were nearly on top of their arms as they
prepared for battle. MuscleMan's fucking huge arm dwarfed Scott's 23 inches
of beefed muscle. But Scott was confident in his own superhuman ability.
He was ready.
The two men repositioned themselves a few times, each trying to
out-advantage the other before the contest began.
Finally, it was time for the battle of strength to begin. Scott counted:
ONE. The men drew in heavy breaths. TWO. They both exhaled and drew in
another. THREE.
MuscleMan was shocked. This musclecop was STRONG! Scott took the first
advantage, slowly pressing MuscleMan's arm backward. Scott's entire body
tightened as he exerted his unreal strength. His arm bulged with expanding
muscle. He moved MuscleMan's arm back about four inches. Within a few
seconds, Scott's shirt began to slowly tear. It wasn't a quick rip. It was
a slow, torturous tear as the fabric was forced apart by the expanding bicep
inside. The tear lengthened. Scott was not distracted. He was used to
this. In fact he planned it. It usually intimidated the hell out of his
opponent. Tearing his shirt to shreads was almost always a sure-fire way to
lock up a contest. Finally the tear stopped. Scott's shirt was split up to
the base of his deltoid. He kept pressing, forcing his might onto
MuscleMan. He felt pretty good about his initial showing. His confidence
bulged with each powerful expansion of his arm.
But despite his freakish power, Scott was not even in the same league as
MuscleMan when it came to strength. MuscleMan now made his move. He
tightened his face and began to slowly push Scott's arm back into the
upright position. Scott held his breath and squinted his eyes as he fought
back. MuscleMan pushed harder and began to overpower the musclecop.
MuscleMan's fucking gun grew larger. His huge bicep head seemed to separate
from the rest of his arm. Scott's forearm moved backwards. MuscleMan's arm
grew even bigger! Scott began to breath huge breaths. He began panting.
He contorted his face and tightened his entire body. MuscleMan forced the
cop's arm back farther and farther. Within a few seconds, MuscleMan had
Scott's arm bent back by at least four inches, and he kept moving it
farther: slowly, forcefully, painfully.
Scott grew incredulous. He couldn't believe he had met a man who could do
this! He panted loudly and fought with all his might. His forearm bulged
with blood vessels. His bicep felt as if it would explode! MuscleMan
watched as the helpless musclecop struggled. MuscleMan's cock began to
expand as it hung down at the side of the bed, draped on each side by the
towell that he had wrapped around his waist. He stared into Scott's
straining face and grinned just a little. Scott's face was strong. He was
as handsome as all getout. MuscleMan studied it as it grimmaced and
strained against his powerful force.
Forcing this musclecop to submit was stimulating MuscleMan to no end.
Within a few seconds, his throbbing, totally erect cock began squirting cum
onto the side of the mattress. He continued to muscle the cop into painful
submission.. Scott kept straining against MuscleMan, oblivious to the
sexual gratification MuscleMan was getting out of this little musclefight.
MuscleMan's body jerked slightly as his hot semen flowed onto the side of
the bed and the rug. He let up on Scott's arm just a bit so he could have
more time to ejaculate as they fought. Scott moved his arm up a little and
drew in a deep breath. He pushed with all his might, forcing MuscleMan's
arm back even farther. MuscleMan's face winced as he reached the highest
level of his climax. His cum shot hard as Scott fought for all he was
worth.
MuscleMan reached back with his left hand and yanked the towell off his
waist, allowing his totally nude body to enjoy the orgasm unhindered. His
tightly muscled physique rippled with sexual energy. His wet scrotum draped
his hard balls low as his stiff dick continued to shoot hard. His penis
head opened and closed with slow, mechanical rhythm, pumping his semen into
the air. MuscleMan began to tickle his cock with the fingers of his left
hand as he pumped Scott's weakening arm with his other hand.
Scott's arm began to move back again. MuscleMan's orgasm continued in the
longest, highest climax he had experienced in many days. With each sensual
jerk of semen, MuscleMan moved Scott's throbbing arm back a little.
Scott, unwilling to acknowledge defeat, began to fight back once again. He
began to yell. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" With each laborious, heavy breath
he yelled. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Slowly, Scott brought his left hand
around and moved it close to MuscleMan's fighting arm. Scott moved his hand
closer, trying to prop himself up in an effort to regain control of the
contest. MuscleMan allowed Scott to move higher, on top of the heaping mass
of muscle formed by the two men's arms. Their cheeks began to touch as they
struggled against each other. Scott's expletives shot into MuscleMan's ear
as the two men fought.
Soon, Scott began to move the fingers of his left hand up onto MuscleMan's
exploded, bulging bicep. He began to feel the unbelievably massive,
steel-hard meat of MuscleMan's gun. "Shit!" he whispered loudly, exhaling a
huge amount of air into MuscleMan's ear. His fingers trembled as they took
in the whole of MuscleMan's fucking gargantuan arm. Little by little,
Scott's entire body began to shake as he fought for all he was worth. Beads
of sweat poured down his straining face. MuscleMan began to move Scott's
arm back and forth slowly, demonstrating how absolutely strong he was. He
almost seemed to be using Scott as an exercise! Scott's whole body shook
almost violently now. His arm screamed in excruciating pain. He was
undergoing an amazing amount of physical punishment. He tried to squeeze
MuscleMan's bicep with his free fingers in an effort to weaken the mighty
one. But his digging fingers were only met with iron, unmovable, rock-hard
muscle. MuscleMan's bicep grew and pushed Scott's squeezing fingers back.
Scott fought on. He held his breath and closed his eyes as he struggled
against the unstoppable mountain of strength.
MuscleMan began to renew his orgasm as Scott's fingers squeezed his bicep.
He pushed harder on Scott and moved his arm back. It was time for the kill.
Scott's fingers began to feel the side of MuscleMan's arm, as his own arm
was forced back towards the mattress. MuscleMan's tricep bulged and Scott
was nearing exhaustion. Scott's fingers couldn't let go of the huge beef
that stuck out of the side of MuscleMan's arm. Scott's arm was almost all
the way back. He pushed hard, cursing again. Then, in one quick moment,
it was over.
MuscleMan pushed harder, and Scott's arm touched the mattress. Scott,
exhausted, rolled slightly back. His breathing was incredibly hard and
heavy. He panted as he stopped struggling.
MuscleMan ejaculated powerfully as he forced Scott to the mat. He slowly
leaned forward and positioned his face so his cheek caressed Scott's. He
leaned forward a little more, rubbing his day-old wiskers into the police
officer's soft skin. His lips moved onto Scott's ear. MuscleMan held
Scott's defeated arm down tightly so he couldn't move. MuscleMan opened his
lips and moved them over Scott's ear. He whispered "Winner takes all,
musclecop." Before he could even finish his sentence, he slipped his tongue
into Scott's outer ear and began licking. Scott's body tightened as he
tried to fight off MuscleMan. But it was totally in vain. Within a few
seconds Scott's body went limp as he submitted his huge musclebody to
MuscleMan's sensual, erotic licks. Scott's hand still rested on MuscleMan's
bulging arm, and he began squeezing it as his ear was cleaned by the
musclegod's warm, rough tongue. MuscleMan continued to ejaculate as he
frenched the cop's ear in a victorious celebration of his own strength and
supremacy. He slipped his tongue into Scott's ear canal and wriggled it.
Scott laid completely still, like prey being eaten by a huge jungle
predator.
MuscleMan jerked a few hard bursts as he continued his orgasm. His saliva
soaked Scott's ear. He pinned Scott's muscular arm to the mat and held him
there. But Scott wasn't going anywhere anyway. His limp body was frozen.
The two men lay still for a few minutes as MuscleMan finished his orgasm.
Finally, he let go of Scott. The police officer moaned in pain and began to
rub his arm. He had no idea that his powerful, struggling musclebody had
just given his opponent a huge orgasm. MuscleMan stood up. Scott lay on
his back, breathing deep and groaning as he rubbed his arm.
MuscleMan's semi-limp dick dripped the last remnants of semen onto the rug.
Scott's eyes saw MuscleMan's thick, red cock as it oozed semen, and he
immediately rolled over and stood up. He was speechless. His eyes ran up
and down MuscleMan's nude, glistening body and stopped on his huge gentials.
They were the most sensual, large peices of manhood Scott had ever seen.
MuscleMan quickly moved around the bed and began to tear Scott's uniform
off. At first Scott tried to out-maneuver MuscleMan, but it became
immediately apparent that even with all of his police training and extreme
physical development, he was no match for MuscleMan. The two men struggled
for just a minute, then Scott relaxed. MuscleMan quickly disarmed Scott and
in one quick tear, ripped his shirt front from top to bottom, the buttons
popping off like popcorn.
Scott was as straight as they come. But for some inexplicable reason, he
was intrigued by MuscleMan's sexual bent. He knew he was helpless anyway,
so he decided to see where this was going. He had an unexplainable desire
to let MuscleMan have his way with him. It was strangely exciting for him.
Within a minute, Scott was totally nude. MuscleMan's cock began to grow
again as he checked out the musclecop's incredible body. He was built a lot
like Mike Mattarazzo, but much taller and with a much narrower waist.
"What do you say we have another strength contest," MuscleMan said. His
dick was becoming more erect every second. MuscleMan moved close to Scott.
Their thick, protruding pecs touched. MuscleMan danced his pecs, and waves
of muscle rolled over Scott's own massive chest.
Without waiting for an answer, MuscleMan put his arms around Scott,
enveloping his broad shoulders and joining his own hands at Scott's back.
Scott groaned as MuscleMan began to bear hug him with tremendous force.
MuscleMan's oak arms tightened, his biceps bulging where they contacted
Scott's rock-hard deltoids.
Although Scott was in agony, he was able to think quickly. He moved his
left leg between MuscleMan's legs and quickly shoved his mighty limb around
MuscleMan's gargantuan quad. Scott snapped his calf around MuscleMan's, in
a quick attempt to trip him. MuscleMan, caught off guard, lost his footing
briefly and began to stumble. Only by sheer strength was MuscleMan able to
force his leg back into a secure position and regain his balance. The two
men teettered for a second, each one struggling to out-muscle the other.
Quickly, Scott tried the move again. But this time MuscleMan was ready.
Scott's calf was met this time by a rock-hard and ready leg. MuscleMan's
leg didn't budge. Scott moaned in pain as his calf made a thudding sound on
MuscleMan's. MuscleMan squeezed Scott's shoulders a little harder. The
men's noses touched as MuscleMan grinned into his prey's face. Scott
writhed in agony.
Scott's next move was with his upper body. He slowly began to raise his
arms, muscling his way out of MuscleMan's death grip. Scott's arms raised
higher. MuscleMan fought hard against the cop's incredible strength. Scott
had the positional advantage here. It was easier for Scott to raise his
arms with his huge deltoids, than it was for MuscleMan to push down on them.
Scott continued his amazing show of shoulder strength, his arms raising
higher. MuscleMan's face tightened and strained. Scott's arms stopped
their upward progress. Scott squinted and pushed harder. He made one last
effort, and forced his arms up, popping MuscleMan's grip and breaking the
two men apart.
Quickly, MuscleMan advanced again, this time grabbing Scott under the arms.
MuscleMan hugged tightly again -- his mighty, bulging upper arms squeezing
against Scott's wide lats. The two men's muscles met in a painful, forceful
war. Scott nearly lost consciousness as MuscleMan began to squeeze the
breath out of him. Scott began to jam his arms downward. The flailing had
little effect. MuscleMan's grip strengthened. Scott continued to flap his
arms against MuscleMan's oaks, but it was in vain.
MuscleMan squeezed and squeezed. His huge arms struggled against Scott's
massive lats. Muscle against muscle. Pressure against force. The two men
hugged, their muscular bodies grunting and straining. MuscleMan's mighty
arms began to bring Scott's wide lats into painful submission, squeezing and
contracting them with flexing, powerful muscle.
Scott's body began to go limp. MuscleMan moved his grinning face close to
Scott's. Slowly, MuscleMan's lips met Scott's. Scott froze. He was in
incredible pain, and nearly unconscious from lack of oxygen. He began to
panic as MuscleMan's sexual intensions became all too obvious. He decided
he didn't want to find out about homosex after all.
MuscleMan grunted as he squeezed a little more. He slowly separated Scott's
lips with his tongue. Scott's heart raced. His lats ached under the
pressure of MuscleMan's powerful arms. His mouth quickly filled with the
warm, active tongue of his new master.
MuscleMan grunted again as his tongue began to enjoy Scott's warm, soft
mouth. He closed his eyes as he explored. His boner was stiff. He moved
his torso back to let his erect cock shoot up between his own eight-pack and
the cobblestone abs of his victim. Ron's dick was limp. He was too week,
and too uninterested in sex to get any kind of erection. His dark, hairy
genitals hung loose, as MuscleMan's thick cock rubbed gently against his
abs. MuscleMan began to slowly rock his torso, pushing ever-so-gently
against the musclecop's tummy.
MuscleMan squeezed his arms tightly around Scott's huge body, as he frenched
the powerful musclecop. Scott stood there, helpless and in pain. After
about three or four minutes of this passionate kissing and ab/cock massage,
Scott began to move his tongue. MuscleMan groaned with pleasure as Scott
flexed his tongue and began to move it, just a little.
MuscleMan was nearing orgasm. Scott was TOO HOT! MuscleMan released Scott
from the death-grip. Immediately, Scott's lungs filled with oxygen, and he
regained his strength. MuscleMan was distracted and weakened by his
closeness to sexual climax. Scott began to push MuscleMan away, and the two
men began wrestling with each other. They struggled with each other for a
few seconds and fell on the bed together.
Quickly, MuscleMan forced Scott into a full nelson. By brute force, he
lifted Scott's 270 pounds of pure muscle off the bed and held him, standing
behind him. MuscleMan's huge arms pushed below Scott's, forcing Scott's
massive arms to flap outward. MuscleMan's arms bent upward and his hands
gripped Scott behind the head. His powerful arms exerted a painful amount
of force on the thick, bulging neck of the cop.
Scott moaned in pain as MuscleMan grunted. MuscleMan's erect dick had
landed right between the thick quads of the cop, and the pressure exerted by
those muscular quads gave MuscleMan's penis quite a pleasurable experience.
MuscleMan jerked his arms tighter, forcing Scott's head forward slightly.
Scott fought back, bringing his hands up to his forehead and pushing his
head back. MuscleMan simply pushed harder. Scott's arms bulged as he
fought, but MuscleMan forced his head forward, in humble submission.
"Now it's time for you to find out what my strength can REALLY do,
musclecop," MuscleMan whispered into Scott's ear. "You ever been RAPED?"
Scott's answer was a grunt and a powerful push. MuscleMan continued to
speak as he occasionally jerked the cop's mucular neck with his powerful
arms. "No, I doubt it. A man with a physique like yours could handle
himself in any situation. Except this one." MuscleMan leaned forward and
gently kissed the back of Scott's thick neck, nibbling one of his protruding
vertabrae.
MuscleMan pulled his torso back, gently and slowly removing his stiff cock
from between Scott's legs. MuscleMan's precum dribbled down the inside of
Scott's muscular quads. Then MuscleMan slowly pushed his throbbing dick up
and began to separate Scott's glutes. His muscular probe moved in between
Scott's ass cheeks, ever-so-slowly parting the rock-hard ass muscle. Scott
squirmed and fought. MuscleMan yanked Scott's neck forward hard. Scott
yelled in pain and stood still. He remained still as MuscleMan continued to
rape his ass.
Within a minute or so, MuscleMan's wet, steel rod was all the way inside
Scott's tight ass. MuscleMan notched it in the last bit and then tightened
every muscle in his body. It felt sooooo good to rape this bodybuilder.
Scott was the epitome of strength, power, muscle and authority. And
MuscleMan was raping him, bringing him in to humiliating submission.
MuscleMan gently bit his lower lip as he held his prey still. He nudged his
cock in and pressed it hard, up into the musclecop's abdomen. He flexed his
rod, and Scott groaned as it moved inside him. MuscleMan stood absolutely
still now, continuing to hold Scott in the full-nelson. He held still,
without pumping. He patiently waited for the semen in his penis to begin
exploding inside the muscular man he held captive. MuscleMan's engorged
dick began to tingle. The muscular cop was the biggest turn-on! His warm,
dark ass cave seemed to involuntarily massage MuscleMan's hyper-sensitive
penis. MuscleMan pushed himself in farther.
Scott moaned again. His neck and head were under unbearable pressure.
MuscleMan's dick inside him was the most unusual feeling he had ever had.
The hard, wide rod felt like a metal shaft as it moved inside his rectum.
It was at once painful, and pleasantly ... "different."
Suddenly, Scott began to feel the steel rod move. MuscleMan's dick began to
open and close inside him. Warm bursts of liquid began to fill him.
MuscleMan was cumming.
MuscleMan winced with the first few ejaculations. His huge, muscular body
tightened. His vascularity was amazing! Muscle on top of muscle rippled as
his body convulsed with the most pleasurable orgasm he had had in a long
time. His mega super-sized body began to empty it's semen into the
super-sized body of officer Scott. MuscleMan leaned back just a little, and
lifted Scott's feet off the floor. His super-strong cock supported Scott's
muscular body as it filled him with jizz.
MuscleMan yelled "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Scott flailed in pain as MuscleMan's cock stretched his rectum. He could
actually feel MuscleMan's penis head expand and contract with each
ejaculation. The rod inside him seemed to mechanically open and close to
deposit it's warm milk.
MuscleMan released Scott from the full-nelson and continued to lean back,
forcing his member up Scott's ass farther. He grabbed Scott's mammoth
shoulders and held on tight. He yelled with each jerking ejaculation of his
cum. "Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!..."
The musclecop, suspended in air by MuscleMan's stiff dick, hung like a
ragdoll. His muscular limbs flopped in the air as MuscleMan raped the shit
out of him.
MuscleMan held officer Scott captive for the rest of the night, raping him,
torturing him, forcing him to have oral sex, forcing him to submit his huge,
muscular body to the more powerful body of his MuscleMan master. Officer
Scott, the muscular policeman, was humiliated. His perfect body became
Brock Garrett's plaything for the night.
At dawn, MuscleMan dressed the cop and pushed him out the door. Scott
stumbled back to his police cruiser. His huge body ached, and his ass
dripped with MuscleMan's cum. Small drops of MuscleMan's semen remained
near his lips. He leaned his head on the steering wheel and began to sob.
The huge strongman had been broken.
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